No Control (L.S BDSM)

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This chapter was edited the 19.02.2023

Harry Edward Tomlinson:

Everyone has a story, a book of their life, both good and bad experiences filling in the details. No book has a harder conflict than the others when it comes to an end. Some books get more attention than others, but we should never weight them up against each other. We should respect each other's stories and help the books into a new and brighter chapter. The end is not written yet.

"Stay with me Harry" Louis says, his hands around my stomach locking me close to him, just as the bicycle getting locked to it's stand. It's where it belongs, just like I belong in the arms of my husband. There is no place I would rather belong, even when I take the different and risky decisions.

"I promised to help Niall out today Lou, I'm so sorry, I promise you there is really nothing I would rather do than spend the day with you" I tell him. I know lying never gets me far, but with the eye looking into the short upcoming time, there shouldn't be a risk putting the words out like this.

"I just want you to be safe" Louis begs his hands shivering around mine, his grip even stronger than ever before. He is holding the two of us right now. If he only could know how much I'm fighting to keep this feeling, this present.

"I will have three security guards with me Louis. I will be fine" I convince him. There is no way someone could get through the muscular beasts Louis has hired. He knows something. He knows what happened in the club, he knows who tried to kill me and Niall in the car that day, but he doesn't know why, and I would like to keep it that way for the future. There is nothing good with him knowing this. The more people who know, the more dangerous the game gets.

"Be home by ten. And I mean it Harry, be one minute late and I will call the police to look for you" he threatens me, and even though how much I would love to know he is kidding, I know that the words he spoke was real, and the way they were spoken was genuine with his feelings. But I can't let him know, without killing him on slowly.

"I will be back before you know it. Love you" I feel him get up on his tippy toes, resting his hands around my waist as he leans in to kiss my lips. The taste of him. The wetness of him. The blue eyes. Everything I fell in love with.

"I hope you mean your words" I hear him whisper as my hand is on the doorknob. I know you know more than I want you to know Lou, but I can't be the one telling you what's been going on. I shake off the feeling of his words, twist the doorknob and open the door. The adrenaline is making the blood in my veins rush faster than it should. I feel the beating of my heart, make my brain overwork. The push, push, push feeling of everything going on is making me sick. If I could only leave star in Louis's arms as I went through with this, I wouldn't care what happened to me, as long as they got out of it without a scar on their finger.

"Mr. Tomlinson, where do you want me to take you today?" my security guard, Castor, ask me as I'm close the car. I can see myself in the shiny car, acting just like a mirror. I see my growing stomach, it's not many months left. I stroke my hand over you, we will have to do this together, for papa's sake. Star, you got to keep us alive.

"The bank" I tell him, throwing my phone at the ground. I can't let anyone figure out where I am.

"Yes sir" he says, jumping into the car. I follow after finding my way into the backseat. Behind us the two other security guards follow in their own car. We pull out of the long driveway and get into the streets. My heart keeps beating fast, and my sweat is dripping from my forehead. I'm impatient to get there, but I can't let myself show the stress. It would make it clear to everyone that I'm up to something I shouldn't've. It takes twenty minutes to get there, adding a extra five ones to make the security guards wait outside. When I get inside I request an urgent meeting with the head of the bank, who first take this as a huge joke, but my frustrated expression told him to do as told.